Last night I was bragging to Mr. Bunny about the fact that I get to experience the miracle of life growing within my body.* He said, Yeah, well, you’re merely a vessel for my seed.
I love that man.
If Bun Bun is alive and well at next week’s ultrasound, I’ll see if Mr. Bunny is okay with me telling a few friends. (Weirdly, neither of us is particularly interested in telling our families!) Part of me is really looking forward to telling BFB. Part of me doesn’t want to. Maybe I’m afraid she won’t understand that my pregnancy, should it continue, is not going to be like hers, all carefree and shit. That what I’ve been through–minor as it is compared to many of your journeys–is not going to be erased just because I get to move forward. Or maybe I just don’t want to hear all her assvice. Whatever. I’ll cross that bridge if I’m lucky enough to come to it.
*You know, today, at least…as far as I can tell.